It’s very difficult to remythologize one’s life. You need a new set of dreams, landscapes, forests. And what happens? I just sit with a whisky and soda, watching The Rockford Files.
If GrubHub insists on wildly inaccurate delivery times, you should at least be able to counter with a “probably banging until X time” window.
"He’s doing really well with the stand-up, have you seen him?"
"I thought it was performance art. He took his shirt off."
"And that’s—that’s the threshold?"
It’s well documented that U2 sucks forever but if someone slowed “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” way down I bet it would be an excellent shoegaze song.
I have robust opinions on the rest of the Batman Forever soundtrack too if you’re interested.
What am I saying, if.